"Makes sense why you're so good at that then." I replied.
I felt like he really deserved some sort of reward for all the pleasure he had given me. I couldn't believe no one paid him back for his amazing gift before. Determined to make this a pleasure trip for him as well, I dove my broad chine into his hole with gusto. He started groaning repeatedly, almost like he was scared as I started making out with his hole as roughly as I could, punching it with my tongue and making circles, and spelling the ABCs, the same trick I've used with eating out girls. He was basically whimpering, and his legs tensed and relaxed with the pattern of the movements of my tongue inside him. I tried to go as deep as I could inside him. Spit began dripping down his cheeks, and my face was covered in both sweat and saliva. His hole didn't have a taste really, like I expected. It was just skin and teen boy sweat, kind of like when I sniff my hand after scratching my balls. I paused to look up at him, and just admire the vulnerable position he was in. His feet were sticking up in the air obscenely, almost touching the window above his head, and showing off his round cheeks.
"What's wrong?" he asked, showing his nerves.
"Nothing," I said, smirking.
I looked him in the eye, and started probing his hole with my thumb, like what he did to me except I was going for penetration. He seemed loose and open, and his sloppy, wet hole accepted my thumb easily. He released a vocal sort of squeak when I got it in.
Just then a punch of thunder rang out. We both looked up to find that it had started raining more heavily. It was a warm day, and the rain seemed nice. With the awkwardness of my tall frame in the cab of this pickup, I had an idea.
"There's no one around," I said, "let's take this outside."
I reached across him to open the door above his head, and the sounds of heavy rain immediately struck our ears. I crawled my naked body over him, and stopped when my crotch was at his face. I quickly dipped my cock in his mouth, and saw him close his eyes and tongue it briefly. This kid made me so horny. I finished crawling out of the truck then pulled him out with me. He was easy to lift, and I held him in my arms with his legs wrapped around me as I pressed him against the side of the truck. The rain soaked our naked bodies, and I couldn't help it in the moment--I leaned down to kiss him. He held me tight as our boners pressed together between my abs and his slender tummy, and the rain made his wavy hair into a wet mess. I enjoyed the feeling of his warm mouth, and was pretty sure I was tasting the remnants of my own cum in his mouth. When I moved my hands down to hold him by his ass, I decided I wanted to fuck him.
As if reading my mind, he pulled his mouth off me and said, "I have lube in my backpack."
My lips genuinely curled, flashing my smile that had won over many a girl at school. I set his butt down on the rim of the truck, and went into the cab and grabbed the small bottle at the bottom of his backpack. It was still shrink wrapped when I opened it, since it had never been used. I came back out to find him with his eyes closed, facing up into the dense rainfall, and a big boner jutting out forward. I walked up to him between his legs, and we shared wordless eye contact as I squirted lube into my hand. It mixed with the rain as I polished my cock with it. I lifted him up under the shoulders, and he wrapped his legs around me, again being held by my big arms. I lowered him until his ass was at my crotch level. Our heights were so different that I couldn't even reach him to kiss him. I wrapped an arm under his ass to hold him with one bicep while I used my other hand to guide my cock to his hole. I quickly inserted the tip. He gasped a little as I felt it tighten around my insertion. With the tension of his hole on my cock, I could feel his heartbeat, or mine, or both--I wasn't quite sure. He never broke eye contact as I gently fucked him with the ridge of my cock head. His face held a sort of longing look as the cool rain battered us. When I pressed his back into the side of the car, it brought his face closer to mine, and I was able to make out with him again. The feeling was passionate and lovely, and I kind of never wanted it to end. But, at the same time, my body craved escalation. With my tongue in his mouth, I started to insert more of my cock into him, an inch at a time, and pulling back out slowly to the tip. He whimpered into my mouth with each reinsertion, and his own heavy cock throbbed, pressed between us.
